When Fortune Comes

I don’t want to know about the weight on your back
Every stone you gather and stack—from now on
Don’t look at me for an ounce of pity
I don’t want to know when fortune comes
Cheated, borrowed, stolen, or won—same thing
The rocks all show when the river runs low
Acting like everything’s free
I don’t want to know how you bide your time
Consider me deaf, consider me dumb and blind
Consider me true to the man I knew
I don’t want to know how you make your way
Dropping stones to get back someday—well, go on
Every stride is another left behind
You’re acting like everything’s free
There’s always a cost underneath
Where’re you gonna go when the road runs out?
Fallen down, half-dead, waking in a flowerbed
Where’re you gonna turn when your bridges all burn?
Acting like everything’s free
There’s always a cost underneath
I don’t want to know where you lost the track
Going, gone, and never came back—it's the same thing
What’d you do with the person I knew?
What’d you do with the person I knew?